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Henhouse Ch. 01

By: Fishnet



October 31, 1997 (when I started writing this story)

I've had this one around awhile, and have two more chapters (unfinished). Got a little wordy in places, but still plenty of sex. Let me know what you think.

Henhouse part 1

Hi, my name is Mike, I own a large house near a sizable Liberal Arts College. My wife, Mary, and I bought it about six years ago, with the intention of making it in to a bed and breakfast inn. Before we got very far though, she was diagnosed as having cancer. We hurriedly fixed up six sleeping rooms upstairs, and started renting them to college students. With my wife ailing, we were unable to supply meals, but did allow full use of the kitchen and large dining room. At my wife's insistence we only rented to female students, thinking they would be less rowdy and destructive. I have never regretted her decision!

One of our standing rules was, no boys on the second floor, just in the kitchen and dining rooms. Around campus, we received the nickname of 'Henhouse', since no 'Roosters' were allowed. Any boys who came to take out a girl, had to come to the front door, and pass through me. I wasn't mean to the boys, and even got to know some of them quite well. I was mainly concerned that I knew who the girls were dating. I received my share of kidding from the girls, though they never seemed to really mind.

One of my ongoing projects at that time, was to transform a large upstairs closet into a community shower room, to free up the small downstairs bathroom for me. I removed an unused chimney to run the pipes up, and installed a ladder from the basement, to ease installation. It was as I neared completion, that I realized that I had a perfect spot from which to spy on the girls shower room!

With my wife's slowly sinking health, we hadn't had sex in over six months. I was very bored with the sex magazines, and avoided being seen at the local strip clubs. I spent many an evening glued to one of the several view ports I had installed. I was also very pleased with the indirect lighting installed along the floor, for leg shaving I reasoned, which also illuminated the darkest crotch! I never told anyone of my activities, especially the fact that I masturbated wildly, as I drooled over these tender young pussies being soaped, rubbed, and even shaved inches from my face!

My wife's health continued to fail, until it finally became necessary to place her in a full care nursing home. The insurance covered most of the cost, and the rent income had finally paid off the initial loans for the construction. I then invested in some needed improvements. First, video cameras were installed in my pussy viewing nest. Next, motion detectors in the shower, turned on the lights, and the cameras! I also installed a whole house intercom system, with part of it just for the girls personal use upstairs. My only joy during this time of misery, was to return from visiting my wife, and finding a full tape waiting for me at night!

I enjoyed watching the girls day to day activities, and began to notice things. Like when they were menstruating, they showered alone, usually later at night. I could tell when they were close, they would use liners. And, when flowing, they always had the string of their tampon showing.

It was during our second year of operation, when Cindy had her 'little problem'. She had been one of the first girls to rent from us, and had reserved her same room for this year. It was near the end of the first term, when I noticed she was consistently showering very late. She had been wearing panty liners for a week, and seem very disappointed that she wasn't leaking yet So, I guess Cindy and I figured out at about the same time ... she was pregnant!

My wife and I had always encouraged the girls to confide in us, which I continued. With my wife so ill, the girls would talk to me as a kind of substitute father. This was especially true with Cindy, since her father had died five years earlier, in a car accident. She walked into my living room, the next night, closing the door behind her. I usually left this door open, to encourage visits from the girls. Only if privacy was needed, would the door be shut.

Even though I knew what she wanted to discuss, I waited for her to mention it. The story spilled out about Jeff, her current boy friend. He had managed to talk her into going to his apartment. One thing lead to another, they had sex, she was pregnant. Simple, but devastating to Cindy. She cried, as I hugged her. She sobbed as I remembered her, naked and crying, in the shower room last night. I asked her if she wanted to call her mother, she shook her head. Seems her mother had warned her about not getting pregnant early, like she had. Her mother had such high hopes for Cindy, she was sure she would be very disappointed.

I approached from a different angle, and mentioned Jeff. This made her almost explode! It seems that Jeff had no further use for her, since he knocked her up. He was only interested in putting another notch on his bedpost.

I then tried the straight to the heart of the matter. Did she want to keep the baby? Was she going to drop out of college? Would she ever get another chance to attend later? And, to myself, I wondered if I had seen her trim, sexy body for the last time.

Cindy was sure she would never get back to college, if she left. She was also sure her mother would be understanding, though disappointed. And, no, she did not want the baby!

I told her that she should think about what we had discussed for a few days. And, I would talk to a Doctor, I knew in town, about her problem. She hugged me close, and made me promise to not tell anyone, especially her mother. I agreed, as I enjoyed the feeling of her firm young tits pressed against my chest!

That Friday night, after all the other girls were out on their dates, Cindy joined me in the Living room. I had some material from the Planned Parenthood Agency, and the name of the Doctor, who promised complete discretion. Since Cindy was legally an adult, and abortion was legal, there were no problems in obtaining an abortion. As we talked, I casually mentioned to Cindy that I had a vasectomy after my wife had our second child. She commented that she would like to give Jeff one, using two dirty bricks! She seemed mad enough to do it that night.

Plans were made, and a schedule was put into place. A visit to the Doctor confirmed what we already knew, Cindy was pregnant. The in office procedure would be preformed on the Monday before Thanksgiving, when everyone would be home for the holidays. Cindy told her mother that she was staying at school to study with some friends. This was all the more believable since her grades had been suffering since the onset of her pregnancy.

When we arrived at the office, I thought my job would be to wait in the waiting room. Cindy wouldn't hear of it! I was to remain at her side through the whole procedure. I washed and donned surgical scrubs, then joined Cindy, who was already strapped into the stirrups, and covered with a light paper sheet. I could vividly imagine every curve and hair beneath that sheet! I kissed her forehead and told her I would be there for her. I held her hand, as they gave her a sedative, which put her into a mild sleep. I did move behind the Doctor once, to gaze upon Cindy's upturned and spread pussy. I was shocked by its appearance, they had shaved the hair from the opening, and bloody discharge stained her entire crotch and thighs! I was again standing by her head, when she came back around.

"Mike?" She asked weakly. "Is it over?"

"Almost, baby." "Everything is going to be fine."

She smiled, sighed, squeezed my hand slightly, then faded back to sleep. I looked to the Doctor, who had just finished packing the dressings. He asked me if there was someone to watch her and remove the dressings in about six hours. I informed him it would be me, which caused his eye brow to raise a little. I informed him that, I was not the father of the baby, but I did feel like the father of the mother. He nodded and said that as long as someone monitored her temperature and removed the dressings to avoid infection, she was ready to leave.

She was still quite groggy, when we made it home, I took her to my bedroom. She wanted to go to her room, but I flatly refused. I told her that I needed to watch over her and she was in no condition to climb stairs. She was unable to muster any argument, and gratefully collapsed on the bed. I covered her with blankets and lowered the shades. I worried all day, and a call from Cindy's mother wanting her to call, didn't help.

It was almost time to remove the dressings, when Cindy awakened. I was sitting nearby drinking tea and reading, when she turned to me. I smiled and asked if she needed anything. She informed me that she had to go to the bathroom and she was hungry.

"Both good signs." I replied. "Let me help you get up."

I had to almost carry her to the bathroom. When she got there I lowered her on to the stool, then prepared to leave. She asked me to stay and help steady her. I found it weird, not sexual, to hold her shoulders as she urinated. I reminded her of the dressings, which she asked me to remove.

And, if you think running my hand along her blood caked pussy lips and tugging bloody gauze from her swollen cunt was exciting, well forget it! I was as happy when that was over, as she was. Although, it was a little more enjoyable to give her a quick sponge bath around the crotch, before returning her to bed!

I served her soup and a sandwich with some milk. She ate most of the sandwich and some soup, and all the milk. I promised her that she could eat again, whenever she awakened. I mentioned that her mother had called, she promised to call first thing in the morning, then promptly fell asleep, while still sitting up. I slid her down, admiring her tits and badly hacked pubic hair. Then covered her with the blanket.

She slept through the night, and the following morning seemed almost back to normal, though she still moved gingerly. She called her mother, then carefully walked to the kitchen. She described her pain as being more of a stomach ache, not a soreness in the area she figured it would be. I know which area she meant, since I had spent many hours studying that very area!

After eating she laid back down for a nap. Shortly after noon she ate and sat with me in the kitchen, while I did dishes. She got up and announced that she wanted to take a shower. I was a little hesitant to allow that, since I was afraid she might fall or strain herself. She invited me to join her in the shower, so I could hold her up, if need be. I told her that would not be appropriate, what would her mother say? She smiled, then told me that I had already seen her naked, and besides she was an adult, she had an abortion to prove it!

I was embarrassed to be seen naked by this pretty young girl, me being almost fifty and a little overweight. But, I was more concerned for her safety, so I joined her in my shower. I tried to remain behind her in the shower, supposedly so I could catch her if she fell. I studied her ass as she bent forward to wash her legs, then her pussy, then she soaped up her ass cheeks! I had a very large erection, when she turned around to look at my crotch.

With her long delicate fingers she grabbed my dick and stroked it tenderly! I almost shot my load right there, as she then soaped my dick with her dainty hands! She handed me the soap before returning to stroking my dick. I started lathering her shoulders, then dropped to her breasts, washing them to squeaky cleanness. I was close to orgasm when she washed the soap away, then lowered herself down onto the stool I had placed in the shower. She pulled me close to her, then lowered her head to suck my dick! In less than two minutes I was unloading down her throat! She sucked me clean before releasing my now limp peter from her lips. I thanked her for the great blow job, then helped her out of the shower and dried her.

Cindy napped most of the afternoon while I cleaned, and reflected back to the great blow job I had received. When she finally got up, it was late, maybe eight. After, she ate, she asked if I was ready for another shower. I thought she was teasing, and said sure any time. She said great, dropped her robe and walked naked to the bathroom! Over her shoulder she asked, if I could shave her legs for her. I grinned, and said sure as I started removing my clothes!

Soon, I found myself kneeling on the shower floor, staring up at this raggedly shorn pussy. I started shaving her lower legs then moved up to her thighs! She would drape a leg over one of my shoulders, so I could fully shave her leg. This presented an unobstructed view of her young pussy! I again had an embarrassing erection, which Cindy noticed. She had me stand before her. I boldly moved forward to present my dick to her mouth. Quickly, I was once again thrusting my dick into this incredible face! I shot another load down her throat, groaning my approval! She moaned a little as my dick started to soften. When she let it flop out, I lowered myself back down to continue to shave her legs.

I made a comment about what a lousy job they did shaving her vagina at the Doctors. She broke out laughing, asking me if I ever referred to a Vagina as a pussy, cunt, twat or slit? I told her sure but not in front of a lady. She laughed once again, telling me that this 'lady' was naked in the shower with me and had given me not one, but two blow jobs! She also continued by telling me that this 'lady' would love it if I would shave her pus... Vagina!

I lathered her crotch, then carefully started to shave this delicate piece of fuck meat! Cindy leaned back against the wall of the shower, as I pulled and tugged on her cunt lips with my fingers and the shaver. I could smell her excitement as I removed all but a small patch directly over her pubic mound. Her slit was completely visible, and made her look even younger than her twenty years! I couldn't resist the urge and licked her clit when I saw it peek out! I licked her gently, as she held my head loosely and moaned her way through an orgasm. My dick was even stirring a little, while I dried Cindy's beautiful body!

We got dressed, then I went to the kitchen to make a late snack for Cindy. She joined me there shortly, wearing her bath robe. I reminded her that Thursday was Thanksgiving, and I had some friends coming over for dinner. I told her she was welcomed to join us, but might not enjoy hanging out with old people. She commented she would love to join us, and was finding out that old people were a lot of fun.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, Cindy returned to her room, upstairs. Even though I knew she couldn't really have feelings for me, I was disappointed, and missed her already. I prepared myself for bed, smiling, as I reflected on our shower encounters. When I returned to my bedroom, I was pleasantly surprised to find Cindy under the sheets!

I told her that she didn't need to feel she owed me anything. The oral sex had paid me many times over for any favors I had done for her. She just giggled and said that she needed me to help her again. She wanted to make sure her 'vagina' still worked! I told her that I was sure it would be fine, and would prove it, if she wanted me to. To my delight, that is exactly what she wanted me to do!

I raised the sheet, and told her I first wanted to see what I was getting into. She was nude and slightly scented, as I nibbled and licked my way to her crotch. I positioned myself between her legs, lifting her knees to gain a perfect angle. Slowly, I started licking this adorable pussy, up the lips to the clit. Reaching up along her sides I captured her tits, rubbing and pinching the nipples! Cindy moaned as I worked my tongue into the folds of her hairless cunt. I made contact again with her clit, causing her to clench my head between her legs and shudder. She had a orgasm a short time later, as I really started to churn in her quivering twat!

I crawled up beside her exhausted body, as she rested from her excitement. She hugged me and told me that there was another reason old people are more fun, they eat pussy! I kissed her lightly, as I rubbed my erection against her legs and crotch. She told me her belly was still tender, so could she be on top? I would have let her have anything she wanted just to fuck her, and agreed readily! She allowed me to suckle her tits for awhile before raising up to impale her slit onto my raging boner!

The tightness of her pussy was unbelievable! I don't ever remember my wife being that tight, though two kids and many years had passed since I had fucked a twenty year old cunt! Finally, she slid down to fully capture my dick! The tension was enough to keep me near coming, then she started to ride my prick! I begged her to slow down, so I could enjoy it longer. She just giggled, and said next time we would take it slow! I took that to mean I could fuck her again, maybe later tonight!

Almost at once, I started to shoot my load into her velvety tightness! I think I came more than I had in years. Now it was my turn to try to regain my breath. She forced her pussy down hard onto my erection, as she shuddered through a orgasm of her own! Then she collapsed on top of me as my dick started to deflate and slip from her tight crevice. I didn't even mind the juices from our joining running down my dick and balls!

We managed to wipe ourselves with tissues, before going to sleep. I awoke at about six in the morning, still holding Cindy from behind. My dick was already half hard, as it nestled in the crack of her ass! I moved slightly to slide it along this hard but yielding canyon! My dick twitched to life, and grew quickly! I reached down to rub her ass cheeks and pussy. She awoke and reached between her legs to lead my dick to her pussy! I moaned as my dick slowly pushed inside this hot, tight hole! Soon, I was pounding at her backside as I impaled her with thrust after thrust! In mid﷓stride I stopped! Remembering what she had just been through two days ago, I started to apologize.

She grunted, "Uhh, Don't stop!" "Fuck me...hard...NOW!"

Not one to argue with a hot, naked, young, woman who wanted to be fucked, I started my assault with renewed vigor! I drove myself hard and deep as Cindy started to pant her way to another orgasm! I shot my load as she was recovering, and we both relaxed as my sperm oozed into her cunt!

We laid there for several minutes, talking and savoring the moment. I asked her if anything I had done had hurt her. She said no, she had no pain, just pleasure! I told her that I had received a lot of pleasure also. I must have dozed off, since the next thing I'm aware of is Cindy walking into the bedroom, with just a towel on her head!

"You're lovely." I told her, truthfully. She smiled, and told me she had that just fucked glow. As she sat on the edge of the bed, I reached out to hug her around the waist. "I'm going to make pies today, would you like to help?" "Well..." She giggled. "You are pretty good with hair pies." "I would love to help you, in the kitchen." She turned in my grasp to give me a kiss, then jumped up to run to her room to get dressed. I showered, dressed, then went to the kitchen to start breakfast. Cindy was already there, tea was brewing, eggs were cooking and she was looking very nice. "See, I'm more than an easy piece of ass!" She said, with a devilish grin. I hugged her and kissed her neck, telling her. "I don't know about easy, but you're a great piece of ass!"

After, eating we made pies, then I showed her my secret Jello recipe. We had completed all our duties, when I told her I was going to visit my wife. Cindy face took on a look of concern, as she approached me. "You seem to die a little, every time you visit her." She commented. "I'll go with you, I haven't seen her in a while." The girls would stop by occasionally to visit with her, but she seemed not to recognize them any more. I was glad for the company, especially since Thanksgiving had always been one of my wive's favorite holidays. Mary always said. "You get to eat like a pig, same as Christmas, except you don't have to wrap presents and the roads aren't slippery."


Henhouse Ch. 01



As we drove to the nursing home, I talked to Cindy about my wife, and everything we used to do together. I was teary eyed by the time we arrived. As we walked in, Cindy held my arm tightly in both of hers. The visit was like all the others, no response from my wife, I felt terrible as we left.

"Cindy, never give your heart to anyone, they can break it through no fault of their own." I said a bit morosely. I turned to her, only to see her crying quietly, tears streamed down her face. I pulled her to me as I spoke softly. "Please, don't cry, it hurts me to see you unhappy." I held her for a moment, until she settled down a bit, then we started for home. I made some tea and told Cindy I needed some time alone, she nodded and went upstairs. I sat in my den, which is were my now neglected video library resides. I opened the cabinet to watch an afternoon news show, I was still feeling quite sad, when the phone rang. It was Carol, Cindy's mother, I called Cindy on the intercom that her mother was on the line. She called back, to say she would come down stairs to talk. As I waited, I talked to Carol, whom I've had several conversations with before. We chatted on several subjects, including my wife's condition, before Cindy came down stairs. I had closed my secret cabinet prior to Cindy's arrival, so she wouldn't notice the elaborate recording system.

As I got up to allow them some privacy, Cindy clutched my arm, her eyes pleading with me to stay. I sat beside her as she started to tell her mother of her recent problem and what we had done to correct it. Soon, Cindy was sobbing uncontrollably and I'm sure her mother was too. I hugged Cindy close, finally taking the phone from her as her mother tried to console her from a long ways off. I told her that I hoped she wasn't mad about what had occurred. To which she said she was only concerned for her daughter's well being. I told her that I had been with her almost constantly since her visit to the doctor's office. I didn't mention the blow jobs or screwing we had engaged in though. As Cindy quieted down, Carol mentioned that she wanted to fly out to stay with her daughter. Since she had nothing to do for the holiday she said she would just head out as soon as she could get a flight.

It was at this point that I gave the phone to Cindy, who tried unsuccessfully to discourage her mother's trip. Finally, I took the phone and told her she was welcome to come visit, and she could stay at the house. She could call with the details, and I would be happy to pick her up at the airport. With everything settled, Cindy and Carol chatted freely as if no crisis had ever existed. After hanging up, Cindy hugged me close and thanked me for being strong for her. I hugged her back, stroking her shoulders and back.

We moved out to the living room to watch T.V., with Cindy curled up under my arm. I reached around to caress her right breast lightly, to which she responded by rubbing my growing erection. Soon, my dick was in her hand being stroked gently and my hand was rubbing bare tits! Then the phone rang!

It was Carol calling back with her flight number and time, she would arrive at about 9:00 in the morning. I assured her that would be no problem, as Cindy dropped to the floor to engulf my dick into her mouth! I had a bit of trouble maintaining a conversation and write down the information as my dick was being expertly manipulated. When I had hung up the phone, I asked Cindy what her mother would have thought to see her daughter sucking an old man's dick. She pulled her mouth away only long enough to say that her mother would probably say she was doing it all wrong, then show her the right way. As she again gobbled my dick, I wondered how accurate that was, since Carol is a looker in her own right. When I first met them, I knew that Cindy got her looks from her mother, since they looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. This dinner tomorrow was going to be quite special!

I wanted to make sure that Cindy's room looked slept in, so we slept up there that night! It was quite special to be snuggled in her lush pussy as we bounced on her frilly bedding. I managed to get off twice before needing to sleep. When the alarm went off in the morning, Cindy was up and getting ready to shower. I was content to lay there while she showered. The shower!

I jumped out of bed, my dick already half hard from what I was thinking! I joined Cindy just as she entered the shower, grasping her around the waist. "Oh!" She said, startled. "You did get up." "Are you a dirty old man?" She asked with a chuckle. "Yes, I am." I replied. "Would you like to take care of that, little girl?" I said, as my dick pressed between her thighs. She reached out to start the shower, as I made note of where each of the cameras were located.

I started a shower so we could both wash up first. Then I positioned a chair directly in front of one camera. "Ready for a shave, miss?" I asked Cindy. She giggled. "I wondered if it was as picky from your side as it was from mine." She said, as she sat down and spread her legs wide! I retrieved the shaver and cream, then knelt between her outstretched legs. She lifted her left leg and placed in on my shoulder. In this position the camera would see everything I saw! I shaved her slowly and carefully, then I did her legs. My dick was as hard as a rock, and ready to fuck! I stood up so she could see my erection, she dropped to the floor and started sucking my dick. Again, the camera angle was perfect! I didn't last too long and shot my load deep in her sucking mouth and throat!

We washed ourselves some, then I worked my dick to another erection. I positioned Cindy with her bent over, holding on to the back of the chair. I drove hard and deep into her tight pussy as the camera caught the action! She reached between her legs to caress my nut sack after she had come, that put me over the top. I must have really drained my nuts on that one, since they actually hurt as the sperm flew out my dick!

I had to sit in the chair to catch my breath, as Cindy stood up to soap her pussy again. I washed my dick while sitting in the chair, admiring Cindy's perfect body. My dick actually started to stir as I imagined the great movie we had just shot. I was quick to rinse off and grab some towels for us. I didn't think we had time for a long drawn out screw, either on the tape or before we needed to pick up Carol.

We stopped at a restaurant on the way to the airport, to save time and not mess up the kitchen. As we sat there, Cindy looked at me and said. "I know this...uh, relationship can't really go anywhere, you know...uh, you're married, and I'm ...well you know." She stammered. "I don't mean you're to old, or anything like that, It's just...well.."

I jumped to her aid. "Cindy, I love you, I want to see you happy." "You could never be happy tied to me, at least not for long." She seemed to be ready to say something, so I held up my hand to stop her. "I'm old enough to be your father, I should never have gotten involved with you sexually." "It was wrong, you were vulnerable and I took advantage of you, I'm sorry."

"No, it's not your fault, I ..." She tried to interject, again I stopped her.

"I'm grateful for everything you have done for me, but don't think I expect this to continue." "You have your school work to get back to and I need to behave myself, and act like your married landlord again." Cindy's eyes were getting teary, as I finished my speech. "Please, don't cry honey, I ache when you're unhappy."

Cindy daubed her eyes, then smiled. "I know, I'm still a nervous wreck yet." She said, then blew her nose. "I just wanted to find out if you would still respect me, so I could still live there." I was shocked, I would never have not wanted her to stay! This time it was her turn to stop me from talking. "I mean, I want to stay, but if you think it will be too hard, I'll move out." "I could move back on campus, or find another house." She was getting wet eyed again. "I love you Mike!" "I love you more than any boy I have ever known." "If you would have me, I would quit school and be your woman for how ever long you would have me!"

I was speechless! I looked around to see if anyone heard her impassioned speech. Luckily it was almost empty in our area. I reached across the table to take her hands in mine. "Cindy, I don't know what to say, I'm deeply honored." "But, I think I know what's best for you in the long run." "And, for that reason I want you to get back into activities with kids your own age." "Remember, not all boys...uh men are like Jeff, ... or me." "Enjoy your life, I will be happy to watch you be happy, really." The waitress walked up as I released Cindy's hands, placing the bill on the table she looked to me. "Any dessert today?"

"No, I think my dessert days are over." I replied with a sigh, as Cindy smiled sweetly.

"Oh, daddy, I'm sure some day you'll get hungry for something sweet, again." With that I paid our bill and we walked out to the car.

As we drove, the conversation centered on Cindy's plans for school and her mother's visit. The plane was on time and luggage was no problem, we were leaving the airport by 9:45. I told Carol about the dinner at one, she refused to attend, saying they had no right to intrude on my holiday. I informed her that Cindy had already accepted an invitation, and I was holding her to it. Besides, I was looking forward to the looks from my neighbors when they saw not one but two beautiful ladies at dinner. She blushed slightly and told me, in that case, she would be honored to attend.

When we got home, the women went upstairs, while I checked on the turkey. Later when they came back down, I could tell there was a major change in feelings. I suspected that Cindy had been scolded for getting pregnant. I chatted with them as we set the table in the dinning room. Carol didn't seem mad, just distant, I asked her if she was tired from the flight. She said no, but I could tell something was bothering her. Finally, I asked Carol if she was mad at me, for my involvement.

I looked at Carol, who asked why we hadn't notified her. I apologized, but reminded her that Cindy was a legal adult. She said she understood, but was still upset. I mixed us all a wine cooler to help settle us into a more festive mood. We had some real productive conversations, as we all got comfortable with the situation. My neighbors, Dan and Karen, arrived a short time later, and the mood was lightened considerably.

After dinner, we moved into the living room for tea and dessert. I started cleaning up the dinning room, and was soon joined by Carol. We quickly removed the remains of the meal, stacking everything in the kitchen. Before returning to the living room, Carol stopped me with a hand on my arm. "Mike, I want to ask you to forgive me for being angry about Cindy's abortion." She said. "And, I want to thank you for being there and supporting her when I couldn't." I told her that I was happy to help, without explaining the added perks of sex with her daughter. We then rejoined the rest with the pies, Cindy and I had baked. The afternoon passed quickly, as we played a few card games and snacked. When Dan and Karen left, Cindy and Carol went upstairs to rest and I retired to my den to watch my movie!

The camera angles were very good, well lighted and real hot action. Watching Cindy's tits swaying as I pounded her pussy was very exciting. I was about to start jacking off, when I noticed one of the VCR's starting to record! Either Cindy or Carol were in the shower, maybe both! I switched to that channel, dreaming of a mother daughter orgy. The picture settled in on Carol, naked, not an altogether bad compromise! She was a carbon copy of her daughter, with bigger tits and a bit more padding here and there. I would still rate her a 10, in my book!

I watched spellbound as she soaped her shoulders, then tits and stomach, then her pussy! Her pubic mound was trimmed back in the typical bikini cut. I could only see a hint of her pussy lips showing through her thick hair. I heard someone coming downstairs, checking that the tape would catch all the action, I switched to a football game. Cindy walked in smiling. "Mom's in the shower, I wanted to thank you for dinner." She said as she lowered herself between my legs! "No." I said, without any real conviction, because I wanted release. She opened my pants and fished out my semi﷓hard cock. Squeezing my dick lightly she laughed. "You've been thinking of me haven't you?" She asked. I said nothing, because it was her mother I had really been thinking of, not her.

As Cindy took my dick into her mouth, I muted the T.V. and switched back to the shower room. I almost came right there, as Carol was bent over in front of the camera washing her luscious ass! As the water washed the soap away, I again saw her puffy pussy lips peeking out at me. Carol turned back to the camera and rubbed her tits quite roughly, then slipped a hand down to her crotch! I did come as I guided Cindy's head on my dick and watched Carol diddle her clit to a strong orgasm! Before I forgot, I turned the screen back to the football game, stroking Cindy's head as she sucked the last of my sperm from my dick!

When she was done, Cindy hopped up on the couch beside me asking. "When can you fuck me again?" I looked at her, unable to decide how to handle this situation. "Uh, Cindy, remember the talk we had this morning?" I started, with her nodding her head. "I thought we were going to cool this, and you would start seeing people your own age." She smiled her sweetest smile and said. "Yes, that's right, but I can't do that until school starts on Monday." Then she giggled and said. "It's kind of like starting a diet on Monday, you eat like a pig the week before!" I had to smile at that one as I noticed a drop of sperm on the corner of her mouth. I asked about her mother being in the house, to which she replied. "I'll sneak down after she goes to sleep, get fucked, then go back to bed." It sounded simple unless Carol caught on to the routine. I asked her to go at least the first night cold turkey, she said she would try. I wasn't too sure I wouldn't have to fuck her after all, oh well, if I must!

Cindy ran back upstairs as I switched back to the shower, to see Carol seated in the chair under the shower as her legs clenched her hand. From the extension of her nipples and the heavy breathing, I knew she had just come, violently! I was really building a large x﷓rated video library!

Later, that night we snacked on leftovers, then both women joined me to watch T.V.. Carol said she never liked watching T.V. while laying in bed. I told her it depended on what you were watching. That got a little chuckle from both of them. While waiting for the feature movie to begin, we watched the last of one of the 'Star wars' movies, 'Return of the Jedi', I believe. It was the one where Princess Liea is dressed in a dancing girl's costume, with a leash attached to her neck. Carol mentioned how she read an article about that scene being a part of a fantasy for about half of all American males. I laughed and said it was probably true for a lot of the American females too.

They both laughed, but Carol kept asking about men's fantasies. I told her that the actual scene wasn't the fantasy, just the feeling of power over the girl. She seemed interested in my explanation, so I went on. I mentioned how men want to be in control of what they find most important, sex. Men gladly give up the check book to the women, but they want sex often and on their schedule. I looked at Cindy then Carol then said that maybe we should talk of something else.

But, now Cindy chimed in, asking about what kind of control a man dreamed of having over a woman. I thought for a moment then told them, that the threat of death, like in the movie, becomes moot when the woman gets to a policeman. But, the bigger fear of embarrassment or exposure, like proof she's a thief, or nude pictures. That is something that a man dreams of holding against a woman, to force her to do his bidding. I watched as both women absorbed what I had said. I quickly added that I wasn't suggesting that they take back every hotel towel they ever stole, before I found out. I had just said that when Carol got a very stricken look on her face, and Cindy started laughing maniacally!

Carol, finally explained, her flight left her hometown at 4:00 am, so she reserved a room at the airport hotel, arriving in the late afternoon. She changed clothes, leaving them in the corner of her room, and took a shower. Apparently, she left a towel on her head as her hair dried, then dropped it on the pile of clothes in the corner. The next morning in her haste, she scooped up the pile of clothes and the towel, stuffing them into her flight bag.

I was now laughing along with Cindy as her mother completed her confession of thievery. I told her that I might let her off easy, if she helped me with the dishes. She laughed, saying I wasn't like the men in that article, since their fantasies were much sexier than washing dishes. I grinned and said, that I haven't told her what she has to wear yet. That got another laugh from them, as Carol said that they had time before the movie started to get the dishes done.

The three of us went to the kitchen, where Carol smiled and asked if I ever played charades. I told her no, but if was an easy one I would try. She told me to watch, then tell her what movie this was from. With that, she pulled her arms inside her sweat shirt and removed her bra, placing it on the table. I told her it was from 'Flashdance', except in the movie Jennifer Beals did it one arm at a time. Cindy told us to watch her as she preformed the maneuver flawlessly. Soon there were two bras laying on my kitchen table!

We finally settled down to wash dishes, finishing in plenty of time for the movie to start. As we were getting seated, there was a knock at the door, it was Dan and Karen. They said they had forgotten their plate of turkey and dressing. I told them to go get it now, or I would eat it in the morning. Karen walked into the kitchen, then called for Dan to carry the plate. They both had real strange looks on their faces as they walked back through the living room. We chatted for a bit, then they left. Cindy and Carol both commented on the strange behavior of our visitors, but the movie was starting so we forgot about it.

During the first commercial, I went to the kitchen to get us some sodas, when I noticed what Dan and Karen had seen in the kitchen. Lying on the table, as if thrown in the heat of passion, was two bras!

I went in to tell the girls how their reputations were being sullied by being topless in my house. We had another good laugh about that, as we again started to watch the movie. At one point in the movie, a young girl, the leading lady, is kidnaped. They treat her poorly, tying her up and slapping her when she sasses them. Occasionally, the mention of sex comes up, usually when her long legs are exposed from a slap across the face. They always control themselves and don't take advantage of the situation. I told the girls that was unbelievable, if you're going to jail for kidnaping, bank robbery, and shooting two policemen, rape is hardly a crime you would avoid. They agreed, and admitted that this girl deserved being raped, and sodomized added Carol. I turned to look at her when she said that, and made a comment. "Sounds like you've been caught speeding in Georgia, once or twice." She flashed red as she understood what I was saying. I tried to apologize for my off color remark, but she stopped me. "No, that's alright, you have a quick wit there." "It surprised me, because it was so subtle, I didn't see it till it was past me."

We watched the rest of the movie without comments, then prepared for bed. I reminded them to retrieve their bras from the table, so the neighbors won't talk. I went to my bath to get ready for bed, as they had said they would take the glasses to the kitchen. I walked out to turn off the lights, when I noticed two pairs of panties laying on my sofa! I hollered up the stairs. "Thank you, ladies!" To which I heard two giggling school girls. Sniffing them, I could tell Cindy's since I was familiar with her smell. I lingered on Carol's for awhile, imprinting the aroma on my mind. I imagined having a woman again, one I could proudly take around town, without people thinking it was my daughter. Then I thought of my wife, and I fell asleep crying, that night.




Henhouse Ch. 01



I had no late night visitors that night, and I slept soundly. Before starting breakfast, I put fresh tapes into my VCR's, in case the ladies showered early. I was in the kitchen when Carol walked in, she gave me a little shoulder squeeze as she passed by. "Good morning." I said. "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Yes." Carol answered. "I had a dream that I was being chased by a Georgia state trooper though." She said, smiling. I looked at her, wondering how far I should take this.

"You should have just pulled over, and taken your medicine." I replied.

She walked up close to me and said in a soft whisper. "I did, but each time it was you that got out of the car, and you just gave me a ticket."

"You sound disappointed." I said, as my groin tingled.

"I am, my husband enjoyed anal sex." She announced, with a devious laugh. 

"Well, I've always enjoyed anal sex too." I told her, then quickly added. "At least, when I'm giving it."

"That is an interesting statement." She said, as Cindy walked downstairs.

The look Cindy gave me was one of apology, for not joining me in bed last night. I served them oatmeal and toast, the breakfast of old people, I told them. When we were through, I told them that I was going grocery shopping and asked if they wanted anything special. Carol told me she would go with me and replace some of the things they were eating. I smiled and said. "After the late night snack you left me on the couch, we are even." Carol's neck and chest blushed slightly, as she explained. "That was Cindy's idea." "What would Dan and Karen have thought if they saw the two of us running upstairs bare ass naked?" I smiled, imagining the two of them stripping in the living room on a dare, to drop their panties on the sofa. "They would have said, what a lucky stiff." "At least that's what Dan would have said." I told them, looking from one to the other as they also seemed lost in thought.

I snapped them out of it by asking Carol how long before she would be ready to leave. She said she was ready right now, but not for grocery shopping. She said she would hurry and shower, about a half hour, or so. She then ran up the stairs, leaving Cindy and I alone, in the kitchen. She walked over to me and said she was sorry, for only leaving me the empty wrapper last night. She reached down to grasp my dick as she promised to make it up to me, right now. I moved her to the laundry room off of the kitchen, then pushed her sweat pants to the floor. Turning her around I bent her over the washer and then released my dick! I jabbed at her pussy a few times, before she reached back to align me with her moistening slit! I was a bit rough as I pounded away at her quivering sex. I was coming a short time latter as she moaned out her excitement. I used a dirty towel from the hamper to wipe my dick before slipping it back into my pants. I was about ready to help Cindy get cleaned up, when I heard a knock at the back door!

I stepped out, closing the door almost all the way then walking to the door. It was Karen, she stepped inside to talk to me. Today was laundry day and she was out of soap, and she knew today was my shopping day. I told her that I could pick up her soap, but for now she could use some of mine. As I walked towards the laundry room, the door opened and a slim hand held out the soap for me! "Thank you, Thing." I said, taking the soap from her. I turned to see Karen staring at the door. "Cindy is washing some of her delicate items." I said, implying that may have been the reason bras had been heaped on the table last night. Karen sniffed the air a couple of times, then smiled and left. I'm not sure if she believed me or not, but she seemed satisfied. When I opened the laundry door, Cindy stepped out laughing.

I guess I'll need another shower, since my sweat pants are now glued to my pus ..Ah, I mean my vagina." She said as she plucked the crotch of her pants away from her mound. I reached out to grab her waistband and lifted her almost off the floor. "There you go, a wet wedgie!" She shrieked as the folds of cloth pressed between her ass cheeks as well as her pussy lips! I motioned her to be quiet, or her mother might hear. Then Cindy hustled upstairs, to clean up and change.

Carol came down a short time later, saying nothing about any noise she might have heard. We were ready to leave, when Cindy walked down to give her mother a list of items she needed. I was sure it included pads and tampons, since I knew she would be spotting in a few days. Carol's eyebrow lifted slightly, then she smiled and said she would try.

We chatted about everything on the way to the store. Carol reminded me to obey the speed limits, or you know what happens to speeders. I grinned, remembering the conversations we had, concerning anal sex and law enforcement! At the store, we each got a cart, then circled the store together. In the feminine aisle Carol told me to go on ahead and she would catch up. I laughed at her and told her that quite often I would pick up supplies for more then one girl at a time, when they had forgotten. I reached for a box of tampons I knew Cindy used, then selected her pads, handing them to Carol. "Why didn't she just say she needed 'supplies'?" I asked. "She has had me pick them up before." I explained. Carol looked at me wide eyed. "You, pick up pads and tampons for the girls?" She asked, surprised. "Sure, doesn't bother me, the checkout girls know I don't use them."

"You're quite a man Mike, my husband would hardly carry the bag they were in." I didn't think any less of her husband for that, since caring for my ailing wife had taught me to be much more sensitive to a woman's needs.

We had covered the entire store, when Carol stopped in the toothpaste etc aisle. I pointed to the toothpaste all the girls seemed to prefer. Carol shook her head, and picked up a tube of KY jelly and placed it in the cart. "Is she planning on driving fast in Georgia?" I asked, wondering just what Cindy had in mind. "Carol shook her head again, and said. "I don't know" "Is she still seeing that boy, Jeff?" She asked, saying Jeff's name as if he was unworthy to be discussed. I told her no, she had been staying close to the house, only going out to visit my wife with me that one time. Carol asked if she might accompany me on my next visit, I told her I usually go out there on Friday afternoons, before school let out, to avoid the traffic. Even though school was not in session, we decided this afternoon would be fine anyway.

At the checkouts, Carol insisted on paying half the bill, I objected, but didn't make a scene. I figured I could always give the money directly to Cindy, if I wanted to. At home we were putting away the groceries, when Cindy walked down carrying a basket, heading toward the laundry room. "Hi mom, need anything washed?" "I'm doing a load of delicate items." She said with a smile, looking directly at me! I walked into my bedroom and returned with the two pairs of panties. I sniffed one pair and said. "These are yours, I think." Tossing them to Cindy. "And, these ..." I said, taking an extra long sniff of the second pair. "Belong to your mother." "I like them better when they are still warm." I said, looking this time at Carol, watching her neck flush.

I told them I was going to take Karen her laundry soap, and Carol offered to walk along. As we walked, I asked her if she thought I was being too suggestive with Cindy around. She said no, Cindy was a full grown adult now. I said. "Yes, I know, with an abortion to prove it." She stopped walking, staring at me. I was afraid I had made a serious mistake, as she stammered out that Cindy had told her the same thing upstairs. Oh, no, I think she thought I had the upstairs bugged, or video taped, how ridiculous. I looked at her and smiled. "Sorry." I said. "She used the same line on me the day after, I think it helps her to joke about it." Carol relaxed as I continued to tell her of my opinion of Cindy's mental outlook. I asked Carol if Cindy had told her anything about the abortion, or her recovery. She smiled and said she was aware I was in the doctor's office during the procedure, and I had tended to her afterward. She then told me that the fact I had seen Cindy nude, was a little hard for her to accept. I assured her that I had always though of Cindy as another daughter, and felt obligated to assist her when she asked.

We had reached Dan and Karens house, and as I rang the door bell, she grabbed me by the neck and gave me a big kiss! "Thank you, for everything!" Was all she said, as we turned to face the door. Karen opened the door, inviting us in to talk awhile. Carol and Karen were soon in earnest conversation about drapes, wallpaper and paint, while Dan and I talked sports and cars. After about an hour, I asked Carol if she was ready to leave, since I was still going to visit my wife. Karen gave me the same sad look that Cindy had given me just the other day. I knew what they hoped for, that my wife would die and allow me to get on with living. It was something that could be thought, but not said.

As we walked back to my house, Carol asked if I ever dated. I told her no, but I have taken Cindy and some of the other girls out to dinner before. "It helps me maintain my social graces." I said, as I opened the passenger door of the car for her. "Very nice, maybe the three of us could have dinner before I return home." She replied. I hadn't noticed how much I enjoyed having her to talk to, until she talked of leaving. We chatted about a lot of nothing as I drove to the nursing home.

When we got there, I stopped at the front desk to check on my wife's progress, there was none. In the room, I talked at her with no visible effect. I introduced her to Carol and Carol talked to her, explaining how she came to visit her daughter Cindy. At this point my wife opened her eyes and blinked at Carol, then said, very softly. "I know you ..." I was shocked, this was more words than she had spoken in a year! Carol and I leaned in very close to hear my wife's next words. "Find ... wife." "Ah ... love ... you." Was all she said, as she lapsed back into her normal comatose state. I was crying openly as I stood up, Carol looked at me, she too was crying. We hugged each other as we both sobbed and wiped tears away. A nurse walked up and handed me a box of tissues, then closed the door as she left. We must have stood there for ten minutes or more, before I was able to control myself.

I apologized to Carol for soaking her shoulder, she just took a tissue and swabbed my shirt front that was also wet. We sat down and talked about what had happened. I told her of how early in her illness my wife had made me promise to remarry. "She said that I was too much fun to be good at being a lonely old widower." I told her as I blinked back tears. Carol held my hand and said that my wife was right, I needed a woman around to have fun with. I don't know how she meant that, but I knew of several fun things I enjoyed doing with a woman. I kissed my wife, telling her we were leaving, I saw no indication that she even heard me. Walking out, Carol slid her arm inside mine and held herself close to me, that felt real good.

Back at the house, I retreated to my den for some privacy, as had become my routine after a visit to the nursing home. I noticed a card setting on the coffee table as I entered. Closing the doors I sat down, before opening the card. It was a comical card wishing I felt better, signed Cindy. There was a P.S., she said she had left me another little something that might cheer me up. I then noticed another envelope tucked under the edge of a magazine. Opening this one, I found a pad of notes stapled together, each one entitled me to various sexual acts with 'a known slut', who I assumed was her. Then I saw the two Polaroid pictures of her naked, with the caption on one reading 'I'm yours to command.' and the other said 'Known Slut'. I smiled, even though I knew I would have to give them back to her, she was trying to kick me out of my depression.

I made a decision right there, placing the cards and pictures in a safe place, I walked out to the kitchen. Carol and Cindy were in a heartfelt conversation, I knew what they were discussing, since they were both crying. "We are going out for dinner tonight, my treat." I said to them, with a smile. "I do not want to hear anything sad tonight, just happy thoughts." Carol looked at me and said. "Peter Pan, right?" Now it was my turn to be confused, until I realized she meant the quote 'happy thoughts'. I laughed, telling her I wasn't sure.

We had an enjoyable evening, dinner and with a movie afterward. I suggested a visit to a quaint little tea room, I used to visit with my wife. I was surprised that Paul, the owner, remembered me, it had been at least two years since I last stopped by. He greeted me warmly, then led us to a window booth, near where my wife and I used to sit. I knew he was trying to be tactful, but I stopped him, motioning toward 'our' booth.

"But of course, I forgot ... your booth." Paul said, with a pained expression on his face. I gripped his shoulder and thanked him for everything. When we were seated, I explained to Cindy and Carol about this booth. My wife liked to watch people leaving the movie house, to gauge their feelings about the movie. She claimed that she could tell what they thought about it, not just if they liked it or not. Carol looked at me, asking what I thought of the movie.

I told her that the movie was a simple adventure, and love story, with tragedy and death in the middle. The two main characters survive to get married, happy ending. Except for the people who died in the middle. She looked at me seriously and said I sounded cynical. I told her I was tired of being the people in the middle, I needed my happy ending. I noticed a tear forming in her eye as I talked. I reached over to catch the tear as it moved down her cheek. "Please, don't feel sorry for me, I'll be alright." We smiled at each other as Paul brought our drinks.

The conversation lightened up considerably and we actually had some good laughs over the movie. As we walked to the car, it seemed natural for Carol to be clinging to my arm. Cindy walked to my other side and held my hand, I felt good. Arriving home, all good feelings disappeared with the message on my answering machine. The doctor from the nursing home wanted me to call. Mary had slipped into a coma, she was hours from death!

I called all of our brothers and sisters, to alert them to what was happening. Carol insisted on joining me at the hospital, Cindy was left to answer the phone, in case any relatives called back for more details. Carol said she would call from the hospital with updates. I was so shaken by something I knew was coming for a year, that Carol had to drive. At the hospital, the doctor met us at the door, letting me know what had been done. I reminded him that Mary's comfort was all that mattered, no life sustaining measures were to be taken. He agreed, as we moved to her room, I noticed the nurse from the nursing home was there. She walked up to me, gave me a hug, and told me she was so sorry.

My wife passed quietly at about 3:00 in the morning and I couldn't find the heart to cry. I was too empty from the years of her suffering, to wish her back to life, and more suffering. We left the hospital and drove home in silence. Cindy was sleeping on the couch in the living room. On the coffee table was a stack of messages, and a pile of tissues. I felt so sorry for her as I turned to Carol to bid her a good night.

Carol covered her daughter with an afghan, before saying anything. "Mike." She said, imploringly. "I don't want you to be alone tonight." I assured her I would be fine. She shook her head, and said. "I didn't want it to be this way, but I want to sleep with you ... tonight." I was shocked by her canid remarks. I stammered a denial of need, which she brushed aside. "I don't expect a night of passion, but if you want it ... I'm available."

I sighed and told her. "I appreciate the offer, but I had hoped I could get you in bed without it being a pity move."

She smiled and said. "I wanted to go to bed with you ever since grocery shopping with you."

"Really?" I asked. "Usually I score big with women at the dry cleaners." I smiled as she broke out laughing.

"See?" She said. "You have the ability to make me laugh and I think I'm falling for you." Then in a lower voice she said. "Besides, according to those messages we have company coming tomorrow, this is our last chance to be naughty."

I looked into her eyes to remember the color and to gauge her emotions right now. I held her close and kissed her, like a man kisses his lover. She folded into my arms as my hands roamed over her body. I glanced to the couch to see Cindy with a broad grin on her face, watching us embrace. I led her into my bedroom and slowly undressed her, as I memorized her body. We fell into the bed. I fondled her breasts and rubbed her pussy, like a teenager!

I asked permission to have sex with her before placing my dick at her opening. Her only reply was. "Yes, fuck me!" I came after only a few minutes and she seemed to have a small orgasm. I apologized for my poor performance, to which she said. "We will practice again ... and again!" We snuggled and fell fast asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to feel Carol pressed tightly to me, as I held her from behind. I couldn't help thinking of how I had held Cindy in a similar way only a few days gone by! I moved my hips, sliding my dick across her pussy lips. With a moan of approval, she reached down and aligned my dick with her moist slit! As we screwed, I could hear the phone ringing and Cindy answering it. I couldn't hear what she was saying, but could imagine some of the conversations. When Carol and I both had our orgasms, we laid in bed and talked. Hearing us talking, Cindy walked in to talk to us.

"Well there, I see you two have gotten to know each other very well indeed." She said with a smile, I hoped was genuine. "We need to start picking people up at the airport at two." She said in a very professional manner. "I have checked with the motels on this end of town, and they will hold enough rooms for everybody who needs them." "I have talked with all the girls, and they will be here for the funeral." "And, your son and his wife will stay in your den, your daughter I put in my room, mother and I will take Susan's room." "She agreed to double up with Cindy, and everyone else offered to do anything they could to help out." "If you trust me with your car, I have a list of people and their flights ready." It was amazing how everything was so coordinated, I guess her majoring in hotel/motel management was paying off right now!

I looked at her with a combination of love and admiration for her handling of all the details. "I guess everything is under control, thanks Cindy." I said, before asking a question I needed answered. "Did Jack, from the funeral home call?" The look she gave me was of sorrow again. I felt Carol cling to me a little tighter as we waited for Cindy to talk.

"Yes, he asked about clothing, viewing can be as early as three today." I nodded, as tears formed in all our eyes. After a moment of silence she said. "I'll take your trollop to her room, since Dan and Karen will be here shortly, we must keep up the pretense." I smiled at her description of her mother, and told her to treat my 'lady' with care. She smiled as her mother got out of bed naked and pulled on her pants and blouse.

When they had left I cried for a few minutes, to release some of my grief. I then took a shower and dressed quickly. Dan and Karen were in the kitchen when I walked in, coffee was ready and Karen had cinnamon rolls in the oven.

"Thanks for stopping over, I appreciate the help." I told them as they looked at me with pity in their eyes. "Really I'm glad this day is here, in a week I can start to look forward again." Dan walked up to me and handed me a coffee.




Henhouse Ch. 02



If you read my first story ‘Henhouse', then you know how I became a widower landlord of a boarding house for college girls. And, how I also installed cameras in their group shower room, so I could video tape them, naked! This story is a continuation, and takes place during the third year of operation.

The school year was off to a good start, classes had just started to be a grind. The weather was finally beginning to change over to autumn, my favorite time of the year. And, more importantly, the girl's tan lines hadn't started fading yet!

This past summer I had completed several projects on the house, I had updated one of my spy cameras to a remote controlled, variable zoom lens, for extreme close-ups. I had consolidated my favorite shower scenes onto about ten tapes, and destroyed the rest. I had also established an exercise room in the basement, complete with hot tub!

I had managed already, to watch all but one girl, taking a shower, close up! Debbie, one of the new tenants, never seemed to shower at the house. She was on several athletic teams, and always showered at the school. Even on week ends, she showered after her soccer game, or basketball practice. I thought I might never see this well-defined blonde naked, and it bothered me. Just from looking at her, fully dressed, I knew she must have a beautiful, iron hard ass! 

Debbie was always friendly and cheerful, whenever she talked to me. I had even enjoyed attending some of her games to show support, and watch her tits and ass cheeks bounce! She had often commented on how nice it was to have an exercise room in the house. I was anticipating many erotic showers, when team sports finally ended.

One activity that I was just starting back into, since the death of my wife, was bow hunting for deer. I had placed a target in the back yard, behind the garage. I only practiced during the day, so the girls wouldn't see me. I was afraid they might be anti-hunting or annoyed to think I could be so barbaric. As it turned out, I shouldn't have worried.

On a Thursday evening, Debbie came down to my Living room to talk to me. I invited her in and offered her something to drink. She accepted the Iced tea I poured, which she sipped before I asked what was on her mind. I noticed that she hadn't closed the door to the communal dining area, so it probably wasn't as serious as it might have been.

"I take walks out back in the woods whenever I can, and noticed you have an archery target." She stated as a matter of fact. I watched her for any hint to her feelings about hurting poor defenseless animals, but saw nothing. "Do you hunt?" She asked. Now I would find out.

"Yes, I'm just starting back into it ... since ... uh, my wife died." I told her, with more of a catch in my throat than I thought I might have. "Do you object to hunting?" I asked.

"No!" She blurted. "I .. Well .. I wondered if I could use your target to practice on." I relaxed a little and asked if she was on the archery team too. She giggled a cute little laugh that I had never noticed before, which I liked very much. "No ... uh, I don't think the college has an archery team. Do they?" Before I could even form an answer, she continued. "No, I hunt too." She said. "And, I'm a resident of this state now, so I was hoping to get in some hunting between Soccer and Basketball." It was my turn to be a little surprised that a college girl hunted!

She told me how being raised in a family of three boys and an avid outdoors man of a father, she was very into hunting! We soon found ourselves immersed in discussions about the various equipment and bow poundage. When we finally noticed the time, it was almost midnight. Debbie said she had to study a little more, than she would need to get to bed. I had some nasty thoughts about her in bed ... with me! I stayed up for another hour, and skimmed through the latest shower recordings. I had to masturbate before I could get to sleep that night.

After that, Debbie and I became quite chummy, target practicing and talking hunting. It was very enjoyable to watch her shoot, her quiver clenched about her firm waist, with her hips rotated forward, as she concentrated on her form! She caught me staring at her tight, bubble butt a few times and just smiled. She was a very good shot with her bow, and I wondered how good she was in other areas.

I was surprised when she asked about going hunting with me. I told her I had permission to hunt on a friends property, but usually camped out for a few days while I hunted, since it was almost a two hour drive. She said she enjoyed camping, but didn't have all of her camping gear with her, just her sleeping bag. I mentioned that I had a camper for my pick-up, but it only had one bed. She giggled, and said if I promised to keep my sleeping bag zipped up, she had no problem with that arrangement. I had some more nasty thoughts, thinking about sleeping beside Debbie.

We made plans to go the first week-end of the season, since Debbie didn't have any commitments to her teams. During the drive, we talked about school and hunting mostly, arriving about three in the afternoon at my friend's house. John, who is partially disabled, walked out unsteadily, to meet us and did a double take when he saw Debbie. I introduced everyone and we went inside John's house for coffee. It was about five when I said we needed to get moving, since the camping area was two miles into the woods yet. The camping site was actually where another cabin had burnt down many years ago. John had a panel box installed on the power pole so electricity was available, it made a great place to camp.

With the dense trees and the setting sun, it was getting dark before we had the camper leveled and arranged for sleeping. I started gathering wood for a campfire as Debbie finished straightening up inside the camper. When I got back, she took right over on making the fire and had the lawn chairs set out. We were chatting around the fire, when John drove up.

Debbie stood up and offered her chair to him, saying she needed to visit the little girls part of the woods. I noticed John's smile as Debbie slipped into the woods with a flashlight.

"That is a very pretty girl there." He said to me, still smiling. I agreed, without looking after her, or John. "Uh ... are you, well ... you know ... ah, like sleeping together?" He asked, with a now serious look on his face. When I nodded, he damn near fell out of his seat!

"What!" He asked sharply. I explained about the sleeping arrangements, how we would sleep in the same bed just separate sleeping bags. "Oh." He said softly. "I would love to be laying next to her right now, if you know what I mean!" I too thought about Debbie squatting in the woods, her bare ass hanging out in the breeze! We managed to get on more civil subjects, before she returned, dragging a dead tree.

"You're quite a hunter!" John kidded her. "Not gone five minutes, and already dragging in something dead." Debbie giggled as she dropped the tree near the fire.

"It made me mad, almost pissed off, you could say." She said as she stretched, showing her tits nicely! "I was leaning back against it, and it fell over! Damn near peed all over myself!" She stated as she gave the tree a half hearted kick.

I laughed, as John stared open mouthed, imagining Debbie sprawled out in the woods, with her pants and panties bunched around her ankles! Finally, he chuckled, then laughed along with us, still watching her closely. We settled in to talking about hunting and places to hunt. I had told Debbie before that I didn't go out hunting in the morning anymore, just evenings. So, John and I gave her good directions to a good spot to sit in the morning. As it got quite late, I told Debbie she could go get ready for bed first, and I would be in shortly. John stared past me, staring at the camper, as Debbie moved about inside.

"She just pulled her shirt off!" Croaked John, as he studied the light shining on the closed curtain. "Oh god, now the bra!" "Drat!" "She turned away, I didn't see any titty!" "Oh, too bad Mike, she pulled on a long T-shirt." "Show's over!" He said as the light went out.

I told John to take it easy, he might give himself a heart attack. He was actually breathing heavy, as he grinned toward the camper. I smiled at him and we then talked about old times and our departed wives. It started to get colder as the fire died down and John got up to leave. I told John I needed to visit the big boys part of the woods, which got him smiling again.

John had left before I got back, so I opened the camper and slipped inside. The light inside was mounted on a retractable cord reel, which made it easy to use to find stuff and keep it from shining on a person sleeping in the bunk. I had it pulled way down so I could see to walk around and place my shoes and clothing out of the way. I noticed Debbie's clothing neatly piled on top of her boots, her bra right on top! I was tempted to pick it up and sniff it, but was afraid she might catch me. I stripped down to my underwear, then tilted the light, so as to see where my sleeping bag was located. Debbie was far ahead in the bunk, with my bag spread out nearest me. As I crawled up into the bunk, she stirred and said hello.

I quickly slid inside my sleeping bag, so she wouldn't notice my half hard dick from thinking about her bra on the floor. I mentioned how she should have been near the edge so she could get up first in the morning. She giggled and said. "I'll crawl over you in the morning, I prefer that to you crawling over me tonight." My dick twitched, thinking about both possibilities! I rearranged myself as she told me how much she really appreciated me allowing her to come hunting with me. I told her it was no problem, to which she said she noticed how guarded John and I talked with her around. "You guys probably just wanted to discuss women, and there I was putting a damper on your fun." I assured her she wasn't a damper, and John enjoyed meeting her and hearing about her bathroom spill. Again that lovely giggle!

The next morning, I didn't even hear the alarm go off, I awoke as Debbie crawled over me to get out of the bunk. She paused on top of me to say good morning, then kissed me lightly on the cheek! I was startled to say the least, as she slid to the floor. I heard clothing rustling for a bit, then she turned on the light to put her boots on. I really took notice, when I saw her pile of clothes, with a pair of panties wadded up on top!

I watched her leave the camper, unable to see anything as she slipped into the darkness. I must have dozed off, since I jumped when I heard a "Ye ... ouch!" Right next to me. I almost shot up out of bed, until I remembered the ceiling right in front of my face. Twisting to the side I looked out at Debbie standing there, rubbing her butt!

"What?" Was all I could think to ask, since I was still very confused. Debbie giggled, then started to laugh, as she tried to tell her story.

Seems that she had slipped off her panties before leaving the camper, to simplify her bathroom duties. "Can't slip them over my boots very easily, or spread my legs with them on." She explained as my dick grew from imagining her bare ass in the woods again! "I was real quiet when I came in, and was putting my panties back on ..." My dick throbbed, as I looked down to see her panties on the floor, with one foot through them! "And, when I bent down ... I well ..." My dick was rock hard at this point. "I bumped the hot lamp with my ass!" She said, before breaking out laughing again!

I laughed with her as I realized just how funny the situation really was. I was also relieved to feel my erection dissipating as we enjoyed the moment. I noticed her touching her ass cheek quite low, and rubbing in gently. She noticed me looking and said she hoped it wouldn't leave a mark. I jokingly offered to apply lotion, or even kiss it for her, to which she just giggled.

Debbie continued to get dressed and I tried not to stare, as she pulled her panties up under her long shirt. I did enjoy watching her put on her bra, inside her over sized T-shirt though, remembering another time, another girl! I told her I was going to walk down to John's for breakfast, and would be back by noon. She giggled and told me to be careful I didn't burn anything ‘important' on the light. I assured her I would be very careful, as she walked out of the camper.

We were staying for three days, with Debbie giving me a little peck as she crawled over top of me, each morning. We talked as she dressed, and I warned her about the light. John wanted to know all the details of how Debbie looked in her night shirt, or anything else I might have seen. I told him she did her dressing in the dark, and I never saw anything. Saturday night, our second day there, we both went to John's to take a hot shower. I thought John was going to stare a hole in his bathroom door, while Debbie was showering!

When she came out in her sweats, with a towel wrapped around her head, John grinned widely. Debbie told me she had removed the hair from the tub. "Even the short ones!" She said, to John's obvious pleasure! When I got in the shower, I noticed three ‘short ones' placed neatly on the soap! I wondered if she might be teasing me, or if it was purely accidental. On close inspection, I noticed that they were naturally blonde!

When I joined Debbie and John in the kitchen, Debbie asked, with a broad grin, if I had enough soap. I assured her I did, then said. "You missed a few ‘short' ones, little blonde ones!" Debbie giggled and blushed slightly. John damn near choked on his coffee, as he jerked his head to look first at Debbie then me. John was speechless as Debbie and I started joking about sleeping together. Finally, our hair was dry enough to walk back to camp, and we left.

Debbie told me I was terrible, to tease John the way I did. I told her that John wanted to know all the details about her, especially if I had seen her naked yet. "Would you like that?" She asked very calmly. Now it was my turn to choke and stutter. "I thought so." Debbie giggled. "Men!" "You're all alike!" I remained quiet, not trusting myself to speak. "You never know what might happen." She said in a far away voice. We walked on in silence for awhile, until the trail turned so we were walking right toward the full moon. "Moon is very pretty, isn't it?" She asked, and I agreed. Abruptly, she stopped walking, causing me to turn around to look back at her. In a quick movement, she lifted her sweat shirt up over her face, exposing her tits to my view!

The moon cast a lovely sheen to her breasts, and erect nipples! After a pause, giving me a good look, she lowered her shirt and walked past me toward camp. I stood there dumbly, not knowing what had happened, or why. I followed her all the way back to camp, without either of us saying a word. I waited outside while she got ready for bed, then slipped in to get ready myself.

As I crawled into my sleeping bag, I couldn't help but ask. "Are you mad at me?" "For being like all those other men?" "I ... I'm sorry, but ... well ... yes I do like looking at ... women." "And, well ... thank you."

In a low voice she asked. "Thanks?" "For what?"

"Showing me your breasts, they are beautiful, especially in the moon light!" I said as I turned to look at her, I could see the tears in her eyes from the moon light. She leaned forward and kissed me, a little bolder, and on the lips!

"Good night Mike, go to sleep." She said, before rolling over, away from me.

I slept quite well that night, and enjoyed my wake up kiss, now administered to my lips! This was to be our last day hunting, and so far we both had seen several deer, just hadn't gotten any shots yet. I told her that we could hunt that evening, then pack up and leave after dark, getting home about ten that night. She said that would be fine, and left the camper without saying too much that morning.

That night, we packed up quietly, then stopped by John's on the way out. He told us to stop back any time, and if we got any extra deer to drop him off one. I assured him I would be back, and Debbie thanked him for letting her hunt his property. We then headed right out, when we got home, Debbie grabbed her duffle bag and reached for her sleeping bag. I told her to leave it, and I would hang it over the line with mine in the morning. She said thanks, in a sullen voice and walked away.

Later, in the house, I saw her go to the kitchen, so I followed her. I asked her if she was still mad at me. She looked at me and smiled, though I could see tears forming in her eyes. She sighed and dropped into a chair at the table.

"No, I was never mad at you." She said. "I don't know why I did what I did, either." Then with a sad, pitiful look on her face, she said. "I guess we can't go hunting anymore, huh?"

"What?" I asked, startled. "Why not?" "You don't snore, you always clean up after yourself, and you have the nicest tits of anybody I ever hunted with!"

"That's what I'm talking about." She explained. "You will now only think of me in a sexual way, not as a fellow hunter."

"Well ..." I started. "Uh, I've always thought of you in a kind of sexual way, you're a very pretty girl first, a hunter second." "What do you think John and I talked about while you were gone?" "It sure the hell wasn't your ability with a bow!"

Debbie's puzzled look amazed me, could she be that naive, to think she could ever be just one of the boys? Her face flushed a little as she tried to think of something to say. Finally, she managed. "But, I'm not really pretty." "I'm too muscular to be pretty, I know that." She said the last with her head bowed.

"Bullshit!" I snapped at her. "You leave the judging of women to the experts ... the men!" "John was so taken with you, he was ready to jump your bones at the least little encouragement."

Looking up, with tears in her eyes, she asked. "What about you?"

"What about me?" I asked, before I gave it any thought. Then it hit me, she wanted to know what I thought of her. "I've already told you I think you're beautiful, and I would love to see ... Uh ..." I stopped my line of thought. "This isn't the type of conversation we should be having ... I'm old enough to be your father, for crying out loud!"

Smiling now, she stood up and kissed me on my mouth. "I got my answer." She said, as she turned to leave. "By the way, I would love to go hunting with you again." "But, next weekend is out, we have regional playoffs." I vaguely remembered hearing that before, and had thought about going. As if an afterthought, she asked softly. "My tits ... you really liked them?" I nodded, hoping she might reward me with another viewing!

At that moment, we both heard the stairs creak, signaling that somebody was coming downstairs! Debbie smiled sweetly, then walked out through the dining room area. Darlene, with the thick dark bush, walked through the swinging door an instant latter. I stood there with a partial erection, thinking of Debbie and then Darlene. Surprised to see me, she squeaked out a quick hi, before going to the refrigerator to get a glass of milk. I left the kitchen quickly, and went to my video room. The cameras started to record while I sat there, it must be Debbie!

I don't know why, but I didn't switch to the cameras in the shower room. I think I was afraid that reality would be less than my imagination had created! I wasn't sure I was ready to see her rock hard ass cheeks or her delicate, blonde covered muff. I jacked off again that night!

Debbie and I continued to practice with our bows, we talked about a lot of things, but never tits. On Saturday, I drove two hours to watch Debbie play in the state regional soccer finals. Their team won the morning round, before being eliminated by the odds on favorite, in the afternoon game. The fans gathered by the team bus to cheer our team, as they boarded, for the long ride home. I saw Debbie, who like the rest of the team, had a sad look on her face. When we all started cheering, the girls perked right up and acknowledged our cheer. Several girls hugged family and friends as the team slowly moved toward the bus. When Debbie neared my position, I held out my arms to her. She burst into tears and rushed to embrace me! We hugged for a few minutes as she told me how terrible she felt and how disappointed the fans must feel. I assured her that I was a very happy fan, right now! She just laughed and told me that she could always depend on a man.




Henhouse Ch. 02



Debbie ended up riding back to the house with me, and we talked about soccer and hunting. Again, there was no mention of exposing tits. When we got home Debbie went straight to the shower, again I avoided the urge to watch her bathe!

That next week, we got away on Wednesday evening, arriving late at John's. He offered to let us stay at his house, so we wouldn't have to set up after dark. Debbie quickly agreed with him, so we got what we needed from the camper. John had just one bedroom and a small fold down sofa. We discussed various ways to determine the sleeping arrangements, with Debbie having the final say. She said John should stay in his double bed and she would sleep with him, in her sleeping bag of course. I could have the entire couch, so I could stretch out. When she mentioned. "That will give John a chance to sleep with me too!" I thought John's heart had actually stopped beating!

The next morning, I was awakened by the light from John's room as Debbie walked out into the living room. Bending over she kissed my lips and told me good morning, then went to the bathroom. I looked in John's room to see him sitting up in bed, staring, to where Debbie had stood bent over just a moment before! He sighed deeply, before dropping back onto his bed.

Thursday was nice, but Friday it turned cold. This was good for hunting, since it seemed to bring the rut into full action. But the camper never seemed to get real warm. My camper is a pop up style, that has a section of canvas about one foot tall when raised. This wasn't a very good insulator, and I awoke to find Debbie and her sleeping bag tight up against me that night.

Saturday morning Debbie went out for her usual morning hunt, but was back before I left on my walk to John's. She said she was too cold to hunt any longer, and joined me on my walk. When we got to the place where she had shown me her tits, I stopped. Puzzled at first, Debbie smiled and said. "Don't hold your breath, my nipples would freeze off in this cold!" I laughed and told her that I enjoyed visiting places where I had a great time, then we continued. As we walked up to John's porch, she asked. "Do they make insulated bras?" We chuckled as we stepped in out of the cold.

John was very happy to see Debbie and seated her right next to the stove, for which she was thankful. I took over cooking from John, and asked him if he had a hunting supply catalog. He retrieved one from a pile on the counter, and went to hand it to me. I shook my head and asked him to look up something. Looking straight at Debbie I asked him to see if they sold any insulated bras! Debbie blinked a few times, then got a tight smile across her face, while John promptly dropped the book to the floor!

When he recovered the book, he found the page, as if he had it memorized. "What size?" He asked, looking toward Debbie. Before she could say anything I told John that he should know, just from looking. Now it was John's turn to blush and stammer. Debbie was also a bit red, as John studied the magazine, and glanced up at her chest repeatedly! "36C!" He said. Debbie giggled. "Too big." I told him. "36B?" He asked, and I glanced to Debbie, who was now almost beet red! "Well?" I asked, looking her in the eye. "Or do we have to measure?" "John, you got a tape measure, preferably a cold one!" Debbie shivered then grinned. "34B will be just fine." She said. John got up from the table and reached for the phone. "Wait!" Said Debbie. "I didn't want to order one." John smiled and said. "Don't worry honey, if you don't like it, you can give it back to me." "After you try it on, of course." "Oh, of course." Debbie giggled.

I served breakfast as John concluded the order. "Got it in camouflage green, with a front clasp, might come in handy!" He said smiling, as he sat the magazine down, Debbie grabbed it up. "O.K. , fair is fair, what about insulated jock straps!" Together John and I said. "I'll take an extra large!" "Dreamers!" She said, with a sigh, and tossed the book down. We ate our food quietly, but it was hard not to stare at Debbie's tits, and imagine them in green camouflage!

Before we headed back to camp, Debbie asked if she could come back and watch the state final soccer match that evening. John said he would be very happy if she would, and he would have the heat turned up for her. As we walked back to camp, Debbie started to talk.

"You know, Mike, I do feel like you guys have accepted me as a hunting partner." "At least as much as you can, since I'm a girl." She said, with special emphasis on the girl part. I chuckled, then added.

"We might be able to accept you more, if you had 32A's." Her head turned to look at me. "Sorry, this is the size I was given, no exchanges, no refunds." She said.

"They are perfect, you're perfect!" I told her, and she smiled.

That night I almost got a shot at the big buck we had been stalking, but he never presented himself where I could shoot. We chatted all the way to John's about where to set up tomorrow. At John's we ate supper and then Debbie went to the living room to watch soccer. John and I sat at the kitchen table and played cards and talked. Much of the conversation revolved around tits and Debbie!

Out of the blue, John asks if I want to go to the Blue Doe, a local strip bar. Normally I don't go to nudie bars, but tonight I wanted to see some more tits! We asked Debbie if she wanted to come along, luckily she declined. She said she might take a shower latter, then head back to camp. John and I left in his pick-up and made it to the bar in no time. We got some drinks, then started guessing between ourselves what was the tit sizes of the various girls.

After a few beers, I let slip that one dancer's tits looked just like Debbie's. John's reaction was swift and explosive!

Spitting beer, he said in a very loud voice. "What?" "You saw her tits?" This caused a little confusion around us, since we were currently surrounded by naked tits, and he was almost shouting. I tried to calm him down, and get him off the subject of Debbie. He would have none of that. "Tell me everything!" He said a lot quieter. "When?" "Where?" "Did you touch them?" "Come on tell me!" He finally squeaked out, as we ignored the lovely girls prancing about.

"Well ..." I started slowly. "You have to keep this quiet, Debbie might get mad if she knew I told you." John swore to keep it in strictest secrecy. "O.K." And, I told him the details.

Poor John was panting by the time I finished. I had to explain the conditions twice, the moon light, how long I got to look, everything. We finished our drinks, then left. John continued to discuss Debbie all the way back to his house.

When we got back, Debbie was already gone back to the camp. She had written a note, letting us know when she had left the cabin. She should have been back there about an hour, according to the time on the note. John insisted on driving me back there, so I let him.

As we pulled in, we saw a campfire burning, and a bundled figure in a lawn chair. Debbie waved as we got out of the truck. I gave John the other chair, and I sat on an upturned log. Debbie offered her chair to me, but I refused it. We chatted about the weather and hunting for about an hour, when Debbie said she was going to bed.

John watched closely as she unwrapped herself from the blanket. I know he was imagining the dancers tits on her chest, luckily Debbie didn't notice his stare. After a quick trip inside the camper, she made a trip into the woods, clutching her wool robe tightly to her body.

When Debbie was inside the camper and the lights were out, I turned to John. "Did you see what she was wearing?" I asked him. "She didn't have anything on underneath, easier to squat down and piss quickly." John's breath came in short gasps as I told him this. "Damn ... " Was all he would say for about five minutes.

I finally stood and told him it was time for me to ‘get in bed with that young girl'. Which started John damning again. He drove out as I walked into the woods and took my last pee of the night. I tried to be real quiet, when I got in the camper. I noticed Debbie's robe on top of her pile of clothing. Lifting the edge, I saw her bra ... and panties! My dick started to harden, imagining her sliding over top of me with just a long night shirt on!

I turned out the light and crawled into my sleeping bag. Right away, I noticed something wasn't right, the bag felt different. At first, I thought Debbie must have switched bags accidently ... then I felt a warm leg touch mine! I almost fell off the bunk, it surprised me so much, she had zipped the two bags together! "I can't get warm by myself." She mumbled, snuggling closer!

I laid on my back stiffly, not wanting to be too forward, or misinterpret what was happening. Her hand slid down my chest, to nudge my dick lightly. "You are happy to see me, aren't you?" She giggled as she moved up to kiss me, hard on the lips!

Her tongue slid into my mouth, as my hands slid over her sturdy body. When she finally broke the kiss, I was clutching her bare ass cheeks tightly! Her hand snaked inside my underwear, to capture my erection. I moaned as she squeezed repeatedly! I kissed her passionately as she started to stroke my dick. I told her I was about to come, and she quickly disappeared inside the sleeping bag! Her mouth gobbled my dick up and soon was giving me a great blow job! I didn't last very long, and shot my load, deep down her throat as she greedily slurped on my dick!

When she finally came up for air, her hair was plastered to her face from the heat and humidity inside the sleeping bag. I kissed her, as I fondled her breasts, then her pussy. "I'm on the pill." She said simply. "I've had a vasectomy." I told her. "And, I know how to eat pussy!" I laughed, as I dove down inside the sleeping bag! With very little urging, she opened her legs and I started munching on a very young and tender piece of fuck meat! I enjoyed her squeaks and giggles of excitement, then her loud moaning as she came!

When I was through with her, she was limp, I kissed her and nuzzled her neck. She laid there, begging me to fuck her. I had never had sex in this camper, but knew two people piled on top of each other left no room for movement. I rolled her to her side facing away from me, for my favorite position! I've seen it called the ‘spoon' position in books, but I prefer to call it the ‘dead dog' style. Debbie positioned my dick at her pussy, as I held her right hip for leverage. Even with all the stimulation she had received, I had to work to get my dick in her tight snatch!

Once I managed to get full penetration, I started to pound away at her hard, tight ass! She begged me to fuck her harder and faster, and came twice before my balls boiled, and my impotent sperm shot deep inside her clutching cunt! My hands played with her tits, as my dick softened in her snug orifice!

Debbie's body was like no other woman I had ever been with, it was sculptured. Like a statue, it was firm and muscled. Her waist wasn't as thin as some girls her age, but there wasn't an ounce of fat anywhere! I enjoyed just stroking her side and hip, as we laid there.

"You have a lovely body." I whispered to her. "So perfect and firm." I said as I squeezed her butt cheek.

"You don't think I'm too manly?" She asked, softly. "Too strong."

"Nope, you're just perfect, like a Greek goddess ... Debbie, Goddess of Horny Old Men!"

Her giggle was another pleasure I enjoyed as we snuggled together. I reached down behind me, to retrieve a dish towel to clean ourselves, before we could go to sleep.

And, sleep I did! I slept soundly, with pleasant dreams and pleasant feelings! I awoke once, when Debbie climbed over top of me in the morning, then fell back asleep.

The next time I woke, she was crawling back into the sleeping bag with me!

"Do you still respect me?" She giggled, as she reached for my morning hard on. I wanted to get up and pee first, but she wouldn't let me. Insisting, I would stay hard longer. We positioned ourselves as we had last night, laying on our left sides. I marveled once again at the tightness of her pussy, and the firmness of her body! I must have fucked her for twenty minutes, without approaching orgasm, while she had several. I moved her to her back, without removing my dick, and continued my assault on her cunt.

I explained to her about the dead dog position, which she thought was funny. Then, I showed her a new one, the leg hump. I put my legs on either side of her left leg, as her right leg draped over my right hip. By clutching her leg between mine, I could get leverage to pound her pussy hard! This also allowed me to fondle her tits and hard, flat tummy. Reaching under her right leg, I rubbed her clit and pussy lips as my dick slid in and out. Her orgasms were coming on a regular basis, clenching her whole body as she panted and grunted through her pleasure.

Finally, I could feel my balls start to tighten, as my orgasm approached. When I told Debbie I was coming, she offered to suck it from my dick, if I wanted. I insisted she remain where she was, as I tensed and shot a strong load of come into her waiting womb.

I rested for a few minutes, before running for the door to piss! I was standing near the camper, wearing just my boots, when John pulled in! I hurried inside to get dressed, telling Debbie to stay quiet and I would tell John she was out hunting.

John rapped on the camper door. "Hurry up, you fucking pervert!" "My hot water heater is broke." "I need to go to the hardware store in town, thought we could eat at Rosie's."

"Sounds great." I said. "I'll be right out." As I pulled my pants up, Debbie slid out of the bed, naked. "Hey John, can I go too?" She yelled out to John! There was complete silence, as he tried to comprehend what was going on. Finally, he asked real softly. "Debbie?" "Is that you?"

"Yes it's me." She said. "I didn't go out hunting, it was too cold." Then, with a cute little smile she said. "Mike and I were just trying to keep warm!" Again, John was silent!

John was quiet as we piled into his pick up truck. Debbie needed to stop at John's to ‘freshen up' a little. John and I waited in the kitchen while she washed up in the bathroom.

"You bastard!" John hissed at me. "You told me you had never seen her naked, or anything!" I held up my hands to quiet him down, so Debbie wouldn't overhear us.

"It just happened, last night, honest!" I explained. "When I went to bed, she had our sleeping bags hooked together, and well ..." I trailed off, as the bathroom door opened, and Debbie bounded out looking very good.

"Ready!" She said as she gave both John and I a quick kiss. Grabbing her coat, she headed for the door. "Lets go, I'm starving!" John and I followed, with goofy smiles I'm sure!

At the restaurant, we ordered, then John left to use the bathroom. Debbie turned to me and asked. "How long ago did John's wife die?" I told her it had been almost eight years, to which she sighed, before asking. "Why didn't he remarry, he seems to be nice enough." I agreed with her assessment of John, but told her he still missed his wife, very badly. She made some comment about that being too bad, as John came back out.

I said I needed to wash my hands, before I could eat. Debbie giggled and told me. "You sure do!" John's face was covered in a stunned look, as I turned away from the table. When I walked back to the table, Debbie and John were talking and laughing, quietly.

The rest of the trip in town was uneventful, and we got back about 11. John and I went to work on his water heater, while Debbie headed back to camp. John was quick to get on the subject of my having sex with her.

I gave him a blow by lick description of what happened from when he drove out last night, to when he arrived this morning. He was very interested in hearing about Debbie's ability for sucking dick! He actually sat down as I told him the details!

We did manage to get the water heater working, even with constant talk of Debbie and her hot body. John surprised me when he told me that Debbie had admitted to him that we had sex last night and this morning. I didn't think she would want anyone to know the details!

He said that she wanted him to know that I hadn't been lying, when I had told him we hadn't had sex. That's when he let me know that Debbie had heard most of our conversations! Seems that my camper isn't very sound proof, and she heard what we talked about by the campfire. And, what we were saying, while we thought she was glued to the soccer match!

We talked quite a while, until I realized I needed to get moving, if I was going to hunt that evening. I got back to camp, just as Debbie stepped out of the camper. I told her I would be getting out to my stand shortly. She smiled, and said she would meet me back at the camper after dark. I'm sure my grin was quite wide, as I watched her ass disappear into the woods.

Debbie got a shot at the big buck, that had been working the area. Her arrow was deflected by a stray twig, she hadn't seen earlier, she was quite upset. I tried to calm her, telling her that we would get another chance. She told me that we should get out of the woods, to let everything settle down some. We finally decided to pack up right then, and stay at John's, leaving first thing in the morning.

The sleeping arrangements were the same as before, Debbie in John's bed, me on the couch. This time though, Debbie's sleeping bag remained rolled up on the floor!

I heard the unmistakable sounds of sex coming from his room, shortly after we went to bed. A short time later, Debbie walked out to the bathroom, wearing just a shirt! On her way back through, she stopped by the couch and lifted the covers. Soon, she had my dick in her hand, as she licked the head! I reached down to hold her head gently, as she took the whole thing deep in her mouth!

When I was about to come, she released my dick and climbed onto the couch. Straddling my hips, she led my boner to her pussy! As she sank down, impaling herself, I started unbuttoning her shirt. When her tits were fully exposed, she leaned forward, allowing me to suck on them. It wasn't long before I came, forcing her hips down hard onto my spurting dick!

I laid there resting, as Debbie lifted herself off me. She used a damp wash coth, I didn't know she had, to wipe my dick, then started sucking me clean! When she considered me clean, she kissed the head of my dick, then walked back to the bathroom.

A minute later, she walked back into John's bedroom, leaving the door open. In the dim light from John's outdoor light I could see what was happening! Debbie pulled the covers back, and went down on John! I could hear his moans, as her head bobbed up and down. In a flash, Debbie hopped up, and once again forced an old man's dick into her young, tight, snatch!

I saw her take off her shirt, as John's hands moved back and forth from her tits to her ass! Debbie leaned down, allowing him to suck her tits, as his hand settled onto her white ass cheeks! She came once again, as John moaned his way toward at least his second orgasm of the night!

When they had rested a little, Debbie repeated her cleaning routine on John's dick. First a quick swab of the wash cloth, then an impassioned tongue bath! She tossed the cloth to the floor, then settled down beside John, pulling the covers over the two of them. I must have fallen asleep a short time later. Since the next thing I know, I see Debbie walking toward me, in the pre-dawn light.

She asks me if I want anything, before she takes her shower. I smile, and reach for her pussy, only to find the wash cloth stuffed between her legs! John must have had his morning treat already! She told me to wait until she washed up first, then headed to the bathroom. I got up and followed her, as I hear John in the kitchen, starting breakfast.




Henhouse Ch. 02



We both ended up in the shower together, with me screwing her doggie style. After I came, I cleaned up quickly, kissed her, then got out of the shower. I dried off, dressed, then joined John, in the kitchen. For almost five minutes, we just sat there and stared at each other, with big wide grins on our faces!

Finally, we managed to break the spell, and fixed breakfast. Debbie joined us a short time later. It was kind of quiet, at first. Then I asked Debbie if she was comfortable with what had happened. I was relieved when she smiled.

"Yeah, I knew what I was doing." She said, to our puzzlement. "I don't date on campus because a boyfriend would take my mind off my sports. I can't have that kind of a distraction, although I love sex." I was still trying to figure out where John and I fit into her plans. "I know you guys won't hang around campus, monopolizing my time and attention." Then, with a look of concern, she asked. "That won't bother you guys will it? Me just using you, ... you know, ... for sex, I mean."

I looked to John, then told her. "Not in the least, use me all you want. I'm just glad that you're willing to have sex with me!" John made a similar statement, as we all talked about what happened. Debbie even mentioned that she had gained a reputation at school, for being a lesbian. I can say with the utmost confidence, she isn't!

Bow hunting will never be the same!

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